August 13, 2010
end all written
have all the tears have left
has suddenly forgotten how kind the beginning
not come back in that old summer Day
– Inscription
2006 12 day month, I alone walk in the city most bustling street, the setting sun away the last ray of warmth, the streets already brightly shining. There is a very unique street decorate the bar, but has been very lonely. I went in, find a place to sit, play guitar, intoxicated with light music, I ordered a glass of wine, dim lights, accompanied by champagne in the warmth, the crystal wine glass in the flashing. Dark red wine along the Bei Bi slowly into the blue box with beige cloth bottom line against the background, perhaps this is a quiet. This is my city last night and the next day, I set off to Dalian, I am most desirable waterfront city.
I am a professional artist, set up a stall in the street next to the paint booth. However, my childhood was a small partner – a lovely girl. Since childhood, living with her grandfather, when her 5-year-old parents went to the field workers, was home at the end of the year when the ice road serious, her parents in a car that crashed into a roadside rocks, results of both the victims. However, very little naive, she said, will have to become the best artist, and then to travel along with Grandpa. I laughed and said to her: Can I go? However, strange little each time, when painting, always like to sign their first name, and then paint, I asked her, she smiled and said: I like my name. Then I took her hand and walking on the way home, the two naive back of the sunset very long very long.
with us in primary school, was admitted to the city with the best junior high school, but a good time only extended to the high school. That summer, I took the red university go into a small contingent to take notice and found the roof of a small contingent sitting home alone before the drawing, tears steady trickle of lead paint in thick paper, drawing paper, printed of open, a small contingent does not seem to find. She said to me, heard her grandfather was admitted to the university, was very pleased, but the family had no money for a small contingent to go to university, Grandpa rushed around to relatives to borrow money, but also to borrow one.
old wrinkled hands and then into the red to take notice, slightly trembling, p90x, eyes shining with tears, he quietly wiped, do not want to see a small contingent. Supper, Grandpa said: small contingent from an early age without parents, I am very sorry for her, and I l go to work outside the child Zhao Zhao, see what can do manual labor?
and I understand that a small contingent, Grandpa was a small contingent to make such decisions only, only, Grandpa has forgotten that they have more than 60 years old, my nose, a sour, turned away.
At this point I actually found a small contingent unusual calm, she said slowly: Grandpa, I have grown up, you can go out to work, and no relationship between the University is not on, you forget you I will draw?
While I object to her grandfather dropped out of school, but the small contingent of character has always been very firm, who did not make her change her mind.
summer of that year, for me is a long but very brief exception, I can not wait to await the arrival of the University of opening date, but is afraid of a small contingent of people from one day to go working alone. August 7, discount mac cosmetics, 2002, my 19th birthday. Small contingent also arrived, she has long hair, very elegant, there is a hint of mint. Who also put on a new dress, remember, a small contingent few change of clothes, always keep her money to buy brushes. Parents want me to entertain guests at home, eat dinner early small contingent left, I brought a large piece of cake to go to the grandfather time, only a small contingent that has gone. Grandpa gave me a small contingent letter:
Ike,
I went to the field workers, and I am sorry did not say goodbye to you. I do not want to see grandpa so hard, in fact, I envy you. Time went by really fast, I still remember the wolf that song? \ In college you have to carry, do not forget us when the painter dream. Goodbye!
– of small natural handwriting
in 2002 9, 27, the I a finally entered the gates of the University of the Arts where I started my own dreams. I have received several letters from a small contingent, and she said she was the coastal city of Dalian as an amateur artist, living well.
portrait master is very elegant , it is called, in fact, that is, painting the streets of Bai Taner, little income, I understand that a small contingent of people in a strange city life difficult, but painting is her soul destination. When a small contingent received a letter from, I always have a heart guilt, so frail-looking girl, do not tend to her fate now face. I have replied to her talk about: so I graduated, I went to Dalian to find you, we want to join when the portrait master.
after a long time, I have not received a letter from a small contingent. I am, bored in the studio every day, facing the plaster and the model one by one, a stay for one day.
2004 11-year holiday, I am ready to go home to see their parents. Take a full two days of train stations in crowded, I am far away to hear the parents shouting my name, p90x workout schedule, holding a simple luggage through the crowd, parents already waiting in the platform. My father helped me take up the luggage, a family of three walking on the way home, it seems a long time never felt so happy at home, I asked a small contingent of the grandfather. The mother said with tears: a small contingent grandfather was terminally ill, afraid to die, a small contingent for a long time no letter, and a couple of years now have no home, is it not to grandfather?
I immediately ran to a small contingent grandfather home, old man lying in bed, the neighbors all take turns to take care of him, I walked over and told the sound of Grandpa.
are – Ai – g – right to the ah.
I shook his thin hands, looked at his haggard face and gray hair , no longer could not help but sentimental heart. Grandpa asked me for a small contingent of news, I said: Well – I called a small contingent, and she said she l be right back to see Grandpa.
Grandpa, I sorry, I do not intend to lie to you, my heart said quietly.
grandfather said to me: Ike, you tell her for Grandpa, Grandpa I am sorry her grandfather loved her, but Grandpa is about to go.
I paused Grandpa, I told him all right, the small contingent does not hate grandfather, mac 180 color eyeshadow palette, she loved grandfather.
day, the old left us all become too suddenly, looking at the old serene face, think of his lifetime of lonely, heart less sigh.
neighbors to chip in to the old funeral, more than a side entrance to the village of tomb newly built, there is a monument without lettering.
senior year, I almost never go home, the bedroom, everyone is busy practice, after all, graduated from far away. We end our time on campus, elementary, middle, high school and the university. This seems to be a long time ago, also left us an unforgettable joy and sadness. Everyone has a different youth, despite the ending not the same, when is our most pure faith.
2005 summer, we held a graduation ceremony, I and roommates drunk, the second day, we are carrying a heavy pack bags, bid farewell to the group after group of students, I set foot on his way home, take the train, each boy had tears in silence, while girls were holding each other crying. Goodbye, my college, good- bye, my buddy.
year after, I own a gallery in the city opened, business was very good, I save some money by painting, I going to find a small contingent of Dalian .
was like at the beginning say, in December 2006 in one evening, I went again I am nostalgic for the city, the noise of the city at this time I feel cherished, and perhaps only real talent away from his home home will feel everything is so warm, it is never free.
postscript
I came to Dalian, a person alone, and I will all year savings in the card, the money, I intend that to the help of small contingent to the open a the gallery, because the I did not forget us childhood convention.
So I Hutan around the swing- up in Dalian, a painting stalls. To draw many people to face the sea so blue, my heart was deeply touched by the charm of the city beach. Beach, blue sky, white clouds, there was a burst then burst waves.
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\ Xinran is the name signed above, I picked up that painting, eagerly asked: Grandpa, you know Xinran is?
\ Said the old man two years ago, a girl about my age, was here painting, mac eyeliner gel, old people to walk to the beach every day, and gradually the elderly and the small contingent from the conversation that a lot of things on a small contingent. A winter afternoon two years ago, the elderly, please draw a small contingent to their own images, children half the time painting, I heard someone crying for help beach, with children being swept away by the waves. However, after hearing a small, immediately dropped in the hands of the brush and ran to the sea.
ran off the side of the old man said: Grandpa, there is a man named Ike who will come to Dalian sea to find me, if I never come back, you put my pen to him.
, the small contingent into the sea to rescue the drowning child, because it is the time high tide, coupled with strong winds, huge waves impinge upon the small contingent, then, would have had a small contingent of the trace.
Later, search and rescue teams found a small contingent. < br />
dead, and unemployed young women.
\ mist in the.
small course, you still remember our summer is like winter as romantic. You say that we meet, in Dalian, and we encounter a mirage.
I took the old people gave me the brush and gently put into the pocket.
city streets, and there was an artist, every painting, always name the first sign.
Ike.
…. .. no matter how to go recourse
young movie you just like clouds passing
face and your smile very shallow very shallow
gradually disappearing in the Group sunset Lan
then turn it yellow title page
fate would have it bound very poorly
tears as I read read
have to admit
youth is too hasty a book … …
